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THUNDER IN THE NIGHT

by
Jeff Allen

CHAPTER 10

All eyes were on Luis as he began to speak. "I have seen this man in
town. He was with another. They looked at Paul's car in a strange way,
and so
I remembered them."

Both Deputy Malone and Agent Napier spoke at once, "When did you see
him? Where was it? Can you describe the man he was with?"

Malone's and Napier's attention was focused on Luis. I watched him look
up and meet their gazes. There was something different about Luis. Just
a moment ago, he'd been afraid to call attention to himself. Suddenly
he
looked confident. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. I prayed he
did.

"I saw the men two days ago when Paul and I stopped for coffee at
McDonalds before going to San Diego. I remember them because they
looked at Paul's
truck in a strange way. It made me nervous."

Napier took charge, "What did the other man look like? Can you describe
him?"

"He was Anglo. About the same height as Deputy Malone. He was not as
big
as the deputy. He had brown hair with some white in it. His hair was
not
short but not long. Let me get a paper, and I draw a picture of the man
for you."

Luis got up and went into the computer room/office. He returned moments
later with some paper and pencils. He sat down at the table and
proceeded
to draw a detailed sketch of the man he'd described. The kid was
talented. My drawings look like stick figures. His sketch was
professional quality.

As Luis' sketch neared completion, Napier became more and more excited.
I even thought I saw a thin smile on his face.

"This is very helpful, Mr. Ebanez. I'd like to have you come down to
the Sheriff's Office to look at some photographs."

"When?"

"I'd like you to come down as soon as possible. We can drive you to the
office right now and then have a deputy bring you back out here when
you're
done."

Luis looked up at me. Clearly he wasn't happy with the idea of being
alone
at the Sheriff's Office.

I stepped in. "If you can give us a few minutes, Agent Napier, I'll
bring
Luis down after we get cleaned up a little. We had just finished
breakfast
when you drove up."

"I don't want to put you through any trouble, Mr. Nichols." The sudden
change
in Napier's demeanor was amazing.

"It's no trouble. I was going to go into town this morning anyway."

Malone told us where to go at the Sheriff's Department, and then he and
Napier left.

Once their car was safely down the driveway, I turned to Luis and said,
"Just
what is going on?"

"Paul, the man in the photograph was one of the coyotes. When
I
recognized him, I thought of a way to get the information to the police
that
the other man was here in Santa Teresa. I drew a picture of the other coyote,
the one I saw at the McDonalds. Now the sheriffs will know who to look
for."

"Luis, I'm not sure this is a good idea. What if Napier or one of the
sheriff's deputies starts looking into your background? I don't want
you to be sent
back to Mexico, and I don't want Juanita to get in trouble for helping
you."

"I have to do this thing. I cannot turn my back on the man who murdered
ten people. He will do it again. And what about the sheriff man that I
saw that night. He is what you call a 'bad cop', no?"

"Yes." I lowered my head. I knew what he was saying. I was proud of
him,
but I was afraid for him as well.

"Paul, in México the police, los Federales,
have
many 'bad cops.' It is supposed to be different in this country, no?
How
can it be different if I know about a 'bad cop' and do nothing. I must
do
this thing. Mac would want us to do this thing, no?"

"Yes, but it still scares me."

"I have fear also." He stood up. "Come, let us go to the Sheriff's
Department."

We didn't say much to each other as we finished cleaning up the
breakfast
dishes and ourselves. Likewise the drive into Santa Teresa was almost
silent.

There were expecting Luis at the Sheriff's Department. Once he
identified himself to the deputy at the front desk, we were immediately
ushered up stairs
to the Detective Division. Napier and two other men were there. I
recognized
both of the others as detectives who'd been out at the scene of the
massacre. They settled Luis into a chair and started bringing books of
mug shots out. Luis settled in to looking at the unending photos of
convicted felons.

After about an hour, Napier went out for some coffee. He even offered
to
get some for Luis and me. For a second I thought the man had remembered
his manners, but then I realized that he wanted something from Luis.
None
the less, I accepted the coffee. Hey, I needed the caffeine. Watching
Luis
turn page after page and shake his head was sort of mind numbing.

Forty-five minutes later I was almost done with the acrid coffee when
Luis pointed at one of the mug shots. "This is the man I saw."

Napier clapped Luis on the back, "Way to go, kid. That looks just like
the
picture you drew for us." He turned to one of the deputies. "Run the
record
on this guy, will you."

"I'm on it." The deputy hustled out of the room.

I looked over at the mug shot. It was obviously the same guy that Luis
had sketched back in my kitchen.

Having made a tentative identification, Luis's usefulness to the cops
was
over. We found ourselves standing in the parking lot outside the
Sheriff's
Department less than five minutes later.

On the way back out to Rancho del Abuelo I complimented Luis on his
drawing abilities and asked if he'd ever had any art training. He said
that he'd
always liked drawing, but he'd never gotten any formal instruction in
art. I decided right then that when we got back to San Diego, we'd go
to an art
supply store and get him outfitted with some sketch pads and pencils
and
then see about some private lessons. The kid had real talent. The more
I learned about him the more special he was becoming to me.

Back at the house, Luis put together some sandwiches for lunch while I
called James Padgett in San Diego to fill him in on the latest
developments and
to check on the progress of the Central Bank installation. James
assured
me that everything in the office was going just fine without me being
there. He was also impressed that Luis had found a way to identify the
second coyote
for the police without exposing himself as an illegal alien.

After lunch I called Alton Stout to see how he was recovering from his
burns
and bruised ankle where his horse had stepped on him while we were
trying
to load her into Mac's trailer the day before. Alton relayed that the
burns
weren't much of a problem, but that the ankle was still sore and
swollen. Juanita had been after him all day to see a doctor about it.

"I love that woman, but she can be a pure pain in the neck when she
gets
a notion in her head like this. I think I'll go to the doc just to get
her
off my back."

"I'll go over to Mac's this afternoon and make sure the horses are all
fed. That way you won't have to worry about being stepped on again."

"You go to the doctor, and make sure Boots didn't already give you a
break,
and I'll take care of the horses. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

We hung up, and I went to look for Luis.

He was paddling around in the pool. I watched his graceful form as he
practiced various strokes. My dick started to harden as I stripped out
of my clothes
and joined Luis in the pool. We played around splashing and chasing
each
other. Our playing degenerated into a game of "dick tag" and it wasn't
long
before we were locked in a tight embrace with our erect phalluses
pressed
against one another. I helped him out of the water, and we made love
right
there on the pool deck using some sunblock lotion for lube. Luis arched
his back to meet my thrusts as I drove my tool into his love canal. We
came
at the same time with Luis' semen shooting up between our entwined
bodies
and my load emptying into the hot, dark reaches of his rectum.

Afterwards we took a long shower gently washing the chlorine, sunblock,
and cum from our bodies before curling up in bed and taking a long nap.

When I woke up Luis was already out of bed. I rolled over and looked at
the bedside clock. I was nearly five o'clock. I needed to get my lazy
ass
out of bed and go over to Mac's to check on the horses like I'd
promised
Alton.

I pulled on some clothes. Luis was working in the kitchen putting meat
and vegetables into some sort of wonderful, garlicky smelling marinade.

"I need to go over to Mac's to check on the horses. Do you want to ride
over with me?"

"No. I'm working getting the dinner ready for tonight. We will have fajitas.
Tell Mac to come over and help us eat them, no."

I laughed and kissed him on the back of the neck while giving his
shapely
jean covered ass a quick goose. "I think you have the 'hots' for Deputy
Campbell, no."

He turned his head and kissed my cheek. "He is a 'hot' man. I am not
the
only one who think so, no?"

I winked at him as I went out the door.

Mac was just starting to feed and water the horses when I arrived. He
had changed out of his deputy's uniform and was dressed in a pair of
worn jeans
and an old shirt with the sleeves torn out. The muscles in his arms
bulged
as he carried the heavy bucket of feed over to the horses.

I pitched in and helped him finish. I repeated Luis's invitation to eat
dinner with us. He accepted.

He offered a cold beer. I accepted.

We sat on the porch and sipped the cold brews. Neither one of us said
anything for a long while.

Finally I broke the silence.

"How was your day?" Lame way to start a conversation.

"Man, it was a real bitch. I picked up a couple of drunks first thing
in
the morning. They'd been chugging 'em back all night long, and one of
them
puked all over the back seat of the patrol cruiser on the way to the
jail. It took me most of the rest of the morning to get the car cleaned
out. You can still smell the vomit even with the windows open."

"Does that happen often."

"Enough that I don't get sick anymore when some drunk ralphs in the
back
of the cruiser. Say, word's going around the Department that you and
Luis
linked the body in your barn to another bad guy."

"Ah...yeah. Napier showed Luis a picture of the dead guy, and Luis
remembered seeing him and this other dude together."

"I hear Luis drew a picture of the guy that was a dead ringer for the
mug
shot. It sure made Napier a happy camper for the rest of the day."

"I was amazed. Luis's drawing was pretty darn good. He's got talent. I
can't even draw a straight line with a ruler."

"I know what you mean. I can't draw worth squat. Napier thinks this
might
be the break in the case. The guy in your barn was a known coyote. From
what I hear, the guy Luis i.d.'ed is a real bad one."

"Mac, is there any possibility that these guys are connected with the
murder
of those ten Mexicans last weekend?"

"That's the current thinking. If we can locate this Pete Allman
character,
the case might be solved."

"Is that the guy's name?"

"Yeah. He's a real bad customer. His arrest record spans everything
from marijuana possession to murder."

"Mac, do you think this guy Allman and the dead man, Estrada, could
have
had some inside help with running the illegals?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if they had another partner? Someone in law enforcement who could
have tipped them off about where INS and Border Patrol would be looking
on
any given night."

"Paul, that's crazy. You've been watching too many cop dramas on TV."

"Why do you say that?"

He stood and paced around on the porch. "Because I just can't imagine a
cop being involved with something like this."

"It's not just on TV, Mac. You hear about crooked cops all of the time.
For crying out loud, you can pick up any newspaper and read a story
about
some police officer somewhere being involved with something illegal."

"What do you mean? You think all cops are 'dirty'?"

I stood to face him. "That's not what I mean, and you know it. I think
you're over reacting here."

He moved closer and brought his face close to mine. I could see the
anger
in his eyes. "Me over reacting? I'm not the one who's making false
allegations. I think you're over reacting."

"Maybe I am. I guess I just got a little emotional. I'm sorry, but I'm
not used to finding ten men slaughtered on my land and a couple of days
later
having my barn burned down with a dead body inside. Excuse me, I think
it's
time I went home."

I turned to leave. He grabbed my arm and twisted me around to face him.
Mac was five inches taller and outweighed me by thirty-five pounds. If
it came to a fight, I was dead meat.

"Don't you just walk away from me."

I brushed his hand off my arm. "What are you going to do? Arrest me?
Put handcuffs on me?" As I was trying to act with bravado, I was
thinking, 'Damn,
I really need to learn how to control my mouth.'

"Because."

That wasn't the answer I expected. "Why because?"

"Because I'm sorry I got angry. I'm not mad at you. Believe me I could
never be mad at you."

"Well, that was a good imitation then. I still think I'd better leave."

I turned again to leave, and he grabbed my arm again. This time he
pulled
me around and in to his chest. My nose was pressed against the side of
his
neck. I could smell the beer, the horses, and his sweat. I could feel
his
hard body pressed against mine. The combination of senses made me weak
in
the knees.

He pulled away and looked down at me, his blue eyes shining in the
twilight. "I'm not mad at you. I'm afraid for you."

Suddenly his mouth was on mine. His scent was overpowering. If that
wasn't enough, I could feel the beginnings of his arousal against my
stomach. His
tongue probed my mouth. I yielded.

We sank to the floor of the porch scrambling to unbutton our shirts and
pants without breaking the kiss. My hand pulled the front of his briefs
away and grasped his throbbing hardness. I gasped as his fingers closed
around my
prick. He spread my precum over the head of my dick and brought his
fingers
over the slick surface with every stroke. Still we hadn't broken the
kiss.

We jerked each other furiously. His body stiffened as his long, thick
erection erupted between us. His hot cum coated my hand and his hard
stomach. I
felt my own climax begin to build. It seemed to come from the very
center
of my being. I exploded into his hand as he stroked me faster and
faster.

We separated and lay gasping next to each other on the porch. A wave of
guilt swept over me. Fidelity had always been a big thing for me. I'd
always
been the faithful one while my previous partners had cheated. The
relationships
ended when I discovered their perfidy. Now I was the unfaithful one.
What
about Luis. He was sweet, gentle, intelligent. I was growing to love
him
in the short time we'd been together. But Mac, Mac was a walking wet
dream.

I had to get away from him or I'd never want to leave.

I got up, pulled my pants up over the cum dripping off my dick and
belly,
and literally ran for the Tahoe.

Mac called my name, but I slammed the big SUV into gear and floored the
gas pedal. I needed to get away.